How To Spell Blood With Your Hands

Micah you are playing with fire! One Kingdom! Five queens! One king. Micah is thrown into the dungeon when she sneaked into the royal castle to try and talk to the king, and tell him to release the farm he took forcefully from her. Things takes a drastic turn, when she escapes and find out her father died...while trying to save the one person she hates....King Ragaleon! Micah is devastated, but soon finds out that her father made a dieing wish....he made Ragaleon promise to get married to his daughter Micah as a way to repay the debt he had to pay. A commoner becomes a queen overnight, not just any queen the third queen of Decreash. Micah has to learn how to act like royalty, stand against four more queens and multiple concubines. Royalty is like a battle field they say, if royalty isn't bloody, what is?!

Divine Zuma, aka Vines has given up on ever finding a mate and love. In a land where the alpha must have a mate to ascend the throne,he is rejected as alpha King and exiled as a sentry to the northern border. What happens when one fateful evening a frightened and injured young lady,Aliyah stumbles through the border and turns out to be his mate? He does not trust her though especially when she claims she is unable to shift to her would form because of a curse. With so many hidden enemies,will he let her break down the many walls he has built up around his heart and let himself be loved or defy the moon goddess and reject his mate?

Mark is the only one to survive birth and be born as a half-human, half-demon. He has to find the people after him, fight a war, keep his sister safe, deal with teenage hormones, and somehow survive it all.

"In the shadows of fate, blood is the ink that writes the prophecy. No matter how hard you fight it, destiny flows through your veins." Her blood was like liquid fire; it attracts and destroys, but what if it attracts the wrong and destroys the good? Gwen had always thought there was nothing particular about her. She was just a normal she-wolf living with her grandma who restricted her from most things for unknown reasons and a best friend whom she wasn't so sure considered her as one. Then she met her mate, a blue-eyed male whom she was supposed to live the rest of her life with was already mated to another and lied to her face without remorse. Then her grandma died, leaving her with tons of questions. Now Gwen could only find the answers on her own. Was she just a normal white wolf with a moon mark on her head or was she the magnet that attracts nothing but trouble and destruction? Find out more in Blood Prophecy.

Stephen Malcolm: I have spent a thousand years, hidden and confined. Living between human beings, just to search for my soulmate. I thought I would never meet my Mate, my Luna, until I met this person. But he is a human. I know he is my mate, but the question is, will he survive my world and most importantly, will he accept me as I am? Callum: I was just looking for a job to survive this day-to-day life, and I landed in the Malcolm Mansion. It's huge and enormous. Everything speaks luxury and expensive. My boss, he is beyond my limits. Out of this world. Sometimes he gets weird and not to mention his friends. They look at me like I am something edible, if I may say. But there is one thing clear. I can never escape the claws of my boss, not that I ever want to. It's a Hybrid-Human book with happy ending and mentions of male pregnancy.

She. Is. Mine. From the moment our souls collided, my heart belonged to her. Mia Kincaid's fate was sealed to me in blood to end a fued that had my parents murdered. I wanted to ruin her, but my heart wouldn't allow it after she lost everyone she loved under my roof and protection. Now, I want nothing more than to own her. Body, soul, heart, and every defiant breath she takes. I. Want. To. Hate. Him. But my heart won't allow it. Quenten Yilmaz took me to spare my brothers life. I thought he wanted to ruin and humiliate me, but things changed between us when I was left fighting for my life. He refuses to leave my side and insists on trying to help mend my broken heart. The worst part? It might be the only way for me to survive.

Heliodora is forced to start working in the palace kitchens of Eresus to help bring her family out of poverty. Little did she know that she would not only find a stable income but something much more precious. The heir to the throne's heart. But as the rebels declare war on Eresus, Adeia is forced into a hasty marriage for an alliance, leaving both girls broken-hearted. On a road of deceit, lies, betrayal and death, can the two girls have the happily-ever-after that they both so desperately want?

When Gracelyn Belmonte finally ran from her abusive father, she ran right into the arms of the Italian Mobster, Giovanni LaRosa. Faith took a different turn, but was it a good one?

My boyfriend, Christopher Linden, was short of 20 thousand dollars for his medical treatment. To get the money as soon as possible, I participated in a rich man's game onboard a lavish cruise. I didn't bat an eye as I jumped into the ocean to search for a bracelet one of their female companions had dropped in the water. As I choked on the ocean water, I heard the man in the lead mock me, saying, "I've seen plenty of the dirty things people are willing to do for money, but you take the cake. You're even willing to give up your life for it." Someone teased, "Your girlfriend doesn't like money and is willing to forgo everything to care for you. Do you love her?" He snorted. "She's just a peasant from the countryside; I'm only fooling around with her. You have no idea how coarse her hands are—they disgust me whenever she touches me. How could I possibly fall for her?" I turned ashen at his words. He was Christopher, who was supposed to be wheelchair-bound. He was also supposed to be too broke for surgery. The peasant from the countryside he was talking about was me.

-Who are you?" Finally, he stopped the silence. His words were strong, angry, and loud. "-What?" I felt so confused still couldn’t let my eyes from his new look. And his actions of killing without any emotions made my voice trembling. "-I...TOLD...YOU...WHO... THE FUCK... ARE... YOU...?" With stiff teeth he seemed to lose his patience, slowly and frighteningly, he asked, no, ordered to me, without lifting his eyes from me, with every word he took a step closer to me until I could smell the sweat, dirt smell of his ammunition from him. His hard chest-like rock was so close that it barely touched my body. I was shivering he was so scary and I still wanted him badly. "-Are you joking with me? How to understand, who am I?" I whispered... I stopped our deep gaze, even though it wasn't easy. -"What's happening here? Where are we? Why are you...." I couldn't finish one of my hundreds of questions when my husband turned his eyes away from me to his men. -"Take that strange ‘pause from his lips, his eyes traveled from the top of my head to my legs" bitch, to the cell, that little mouth soon will be open for me. And she will talk as well too."